Your thunder and flash and spectacle
Envelops us, fills space
Music swells, lights flare
Wrapped in drama’s clothing
Becomes our world.
You seem so proud
So sincere in your fervor
That it breaks my heart to say it
But your god doesn’t speak to me.
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